Caffeinated Quickies: Honeyed Housewife. Part two.

"Wha- what?" Mike coughed, Steph started patting him on the back with a look of concern.

"I wanted to suck on my Man's wonderful cock, of course." She said, as though her sudden oral infatuation was the most normal thing in the world. "I've been fantasizing about tasting it all afternoon as I cooked and tidied the house..."

Her manicured fingertips were sketching snaking little lines down the front of his shirt as a dreamy expression swept over her stunning features.

"... it's been getting me all hot and bothered just thinking about it. I've been fingering myself like a naughty-"

"Steph!" Mike's meaty member was unfurling in his pants as she reached for his belt buckle but the strong sense of wrongness had him fighting down his steadily growing arousal. "What's going on with you? Did something happen today?"

"I don't know what you mean, dear." She purred, licking her pillowy strawberry lips as she deftly popped the button on his trousers and unzipped the fly. "Don't you want your sexy little wifey to wrap her married mouth around your fat manhood? I don't think I've done it since the honeymoon and want to show you I still care."

It had been a while and her lacy gloves were sooo~ satiny smooth as she reached in and freed Mike's stiffening shaft from his boxers.

"Ooooh~ Steph..." He groaned as she slowly but lovingly began to stroke him to full mast, her hands were soft and warm as melted butter. "But.. but... your job. Your outfit..."

"You like my new dress, Darling?" Steph perked up at the mention of her clothes, her pumping pace quickening a little in excitement. "I saw it in the window of that vintage fashion store on the corner of Fifth and Main. I thought it would look perfect on your horny little housewife."

It did, gods above it surely did but Mike's Stephanie didn't dress like that and she certainly didn't speak like that either. His Stephanie wore faded jeans and oversized t-shirts with dried paint speckling the front. His Stephanie was uncomfortable with dirty talk and made sweet love with the lights out.

This Stephanie was rolling her frisky thumb over his engorged tip with each luxurious stroke and whispering smoldering words in his ear as she raised his hand holding the glass to his lust-parched mouth again.

Mike took another long swallow to clear his dusty throat. It was creamy and delicious and went down a treat.

Jeezus but he was harder than he had ever been in his life right now and this sexy new Steph just kept stroking him with those snowy soft gloves...

"No- No... I mean, when did you decide to quit your job?" Mike gasped as she gave his thrilling cockmeat a teasing little twist that put his balls on notice.

"I suppose it was right after lunch. Are you getting close, Darling?" She cooed and leaned in to nibble on his earlobe, making Mike shiver. "I really want to taste all my hunky Hubby's potent manseed."

"Did anything unusual... oh gawd~... happen at lunch?" Mike grunted, heroically holding back the king-tide of cum that was boiling in his balls and trying to think coherently at the same time.

Who ever said men couldn't multitask worth a damn? Mike was juggling both burdens like a boss.

"Oh yeah, I found the cutest new bakery, just down Main Street from the office. It was named something French, I think." Steph looked away and tapped a long finger to her chin in thought, her other hand still wickedly working Mike's twitching, straining shaft towards a riotous finale. "I stopped in there to say hello and met the most charming young woman called B.B."

"Bee Bee?" Mike panted like a blown stallion and knocked back the last of his milk brandy what-ever in a vain attempt to calm his thundering heart.

"No, B.B. as in two letters. Like initials, dear." Steph explained, calmly taking the empty glass from his shaking hand. "She is very beautiful, though none-to-bright, the poor girl. You know the type... long blonde hair, a pretty face and simply enormous breasts. Truly."

"B-Breasts?" Mike's legs were shaking like a Quaker revival and Steph's long languid strokes were taking on added fervor as she beamed like the moon at him with purest mischief behind those shining emerald eyes.

"Oh yes, Husband. Sweet, stupid B.B. has absolutely massive tits. I don't know how she squeezes them into those tiny candy-cane dresses in the morning." Steph husked into his ear and even the smell of her warm honeyed breath was nearly enough to push Mike over the crest of his impending climax. "I'll have to take you to meet her someday. Just so you can stare at those tremendous knockers almost bursting from her teensy weensy top..."

Mike was edging hard, his knuckles bone-white where he clutched the arms of the sofa. Stephanie must have known it too because she punctuated each of her last few filthy words with fast, swirling pumps of his bucking shaft.

"Like the hot…"

*Pump*

"Big-titted…"

*Stroke*

"Blonde bimbo..."

*Twist*

"Whore she is."

*Squeeze*

"Faaaark~ Stephanie!" Mike wailed and exploded into his devilish little wifey's working fist.

She moved lightning quick, spinning the empty glass like a six-shooter in her free hand and lodging it over his fountaining tip. Thick sticky wads of his erupting ejaculate blasted up into the glass as Mike's toes curled in his boots and the fourth of July fireworks show kicked off behind his tightly shut eyelids.

"That's it, Darling. Give it to me. Let me have all your yummy baby-batter." Steph crooned into his ear as she nuzzled into his neck and planted soft kisses along his clenching jawline. "I'm going to drink down every drop to show my Man how much I love him."

"Oh Gawd~... Steph, I love you baby."

Mike was as boneless as a chicken nugget by the time his show-stopping orgasm finally wound to a close. He lay limp on the couch and labored for breath as Steph rose smoothly from his lap, flashed him her winning grin and raised the cum-filled glass to her eager ruby lips.

Holy hell, it was full to overflowing but Steph just tilted her gorgeous face back and began to swallow...

Mike watched her slender throat bobbing and bulging to take all of his impossibly thick and sticky load down. His exposed manhood gave an interested twitch as though preparing for an encore performance. He was licking his own dry lips at the obscene lewd display by the time she gleefully slurped down the last dregs with a huge, happy sigh.

"Thank you, Husband. I needed that." She said with a self-satisfied smirk. "Now sit back and relax. I'll go make you a fresh drink and finish laying out dinner for you."

She spun on one high heel and--snatching the now empty cocktail jug off the side-table--skipped merrily back into the kitchen, her bountiful crimson curls bouncing as she went.

Mike needed a minute.

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